The Love of An Angel-Chapter 2
Hey, I'm gonna continue this fic, even though I usually get more reviews for a first chapter. But hey, that's life. I'll continue a bit more and if people start to hate it (or if I start to hate it) then I'll stop. Ok, I'm sure I'm not going to finish this tonight b/c I have a history test on Africa and European explorers and all that fun stuff, which I have barely studied for. Ahh! The class is so hard. I think it's fate's way of telling me to steer clear of honors. Or maybe work harder…I dunno. Yeah, I'm thinking the second one. Ok, anyways, I'll shut up. I suggest reading the author's note in the first chapter before reading this chapter, but hey, it's up to u. I just don't want u to get confuzuled (is that the word, Lyss? lol sorry if it's not.) Moving on…please read and review, thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters and I'm getting very bored of saying this.
Once Monica got on the bus, Chandler flew back towards heaven. He soared passed the different levels of heaven, up towards the highest level. There were actually only three true levels of heaven. The one closest to Earth was for people who were good and never sinned too terribly. The second level was for those people who had been righteous during life on Earth. The third, and highest level was where the angels resided. Chandler arrived at his part of heaven and began to walk the streets. Heaven also had streets, restaurants and stores, just like Earth. In fact, it looked like a much nicer version of Earth. The buildings were in good condition and the streets were always clean. Heaven actually operated similarly to Earth, accept that there was no corruption.
He walked for a while, until he found himself in front of a pool hall. It was the place that he hung out at with his friends for as long as he could remember. He entered the place and searched around until he spotted who he was looking for. He grabbed a stick and met up with his friends at their pool table.
"Hey Phoebe, Joey," he greeted.
"Hi," Phoebe said distractedly. She was concentrating on the game in front of her, not Chandler.
"Hey man. Where have you been?"
"Oh, just walking around."
Phoebe took her turn and didn't get any balls into the pockets.
"Damnit!" she yelled, twirling the long pool stick.
"Woah, you could poke an eye out with that," Chandler warned, while moving away from Phoebe.
"Ha, ha, ha," she replied bitterly. "Yeah and you'd better watch out!"
Joey began to take his turn and Phoebe eyed Chandler suspiciously.
"So, where were you walking around?"
"Just…around."
Chandler didn't want to admit to his friends that he had been on Earth for the majority of the day. However, he knew that his answer would not pacify them.
"Just around…on Earth," Phoebe teased.
"Maybe for a little while."
"Chandler, Chandler, Chandler," she rebuked jokingly, "How many times do I have to tell you not to spend so much time on Earth? It's going to corrupt your mind."
"I think I can handle it."
Joey finished his turn and Chandler began to study the table.
"Yeah, well just watch out," Joey warned, "You don't want to let anyone see you."
Chandler took his shot and got one ball into a pocket.
"Don't worry about it. I've been around for 150 years now. I think I can deal with it."
His friends were always scolding him for wandering around on Earth so much. Chandler, on the other hand, didn't understand what the big deal was. He knew how to handle himself. Of course, he didn't mention how he couldn't stop thinking about that woman he saw at the hospital, or that she was able sense his presence for a moment. They would just blow the situation out of proportion.
"All right, fine," Phoebe relented, "But don't come crying to us when you can't get your requests filled."
Chandler rolled his eyes. His friends were just overprotective. See, in heaven there is no physical punishment, like jailing, for breaking rules. Instead, angels were granted ten wishes over the course of each year that could be granted for them. Like, time off from working or a bigger house. And each time an angel sinned, they would lose the ability to get certain wishes. He didn't care about that, though, because he never yearned for anything anyway.
"Okay, I won't," Chandler assured.
All through that night, Chandler tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. However, he couldn't. All he could think about that woman he saw in the hospital earlier. Whenever he closed his eyes, her face would appear and her voice would ring through his ears. Even though he had only spent a limited amount of time near her, it felt like he had watched her forever. He knew what he had to do—see her again.
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Monica arrived home about ten minutes after she got on the bus. She walked into her warm apartment and took off her coat. She hated the dark, cold, nights of winter. The darkness always put a damper on her spirits.
"Mon?" her roommate Rachel called from her bedroom.
"Yeah."
Monica didn't really need a roommate. She could certainly afford her own place. However, she liked to live with Rachel. They were good friends. Also, she hated to be alone. It made her feel lonely and reminded her of her childhood. She never had any siblings, and when her parents died, she was sent from household to household. She never felt like any place was home, until the apartment with Rachel.
Rachel exited her room. "Hey, how are you doing?"
Monica groaned. "So, you've heard, too?"
"I just got off the phone with Ross."
Monica nodded. She should have figured. Ross and Rachel had been dating for about six months now. They met at a hospital holiday party that Monica had brought Rachel to.
"I'm okay. I just…don't want to talk about it."
"Fine, fine. You want some coffee?"
"Yeah, that would be great."
Monica laid down on the sofa and closed her eyes. She was glad to finally be able to relax. Her job was very demanding, especially since she often worked overtime. However, she wouldn't admit it to anybody, even though people were always telling her to take a vacation. Although Monica didn't mind the aspect of resting more, she didn't want time on her hands to think. As long as she kept herself busy, she could forget about all the pain she had suffered in her life.
"Ya know," Rachel ventured, "Ross and I are worried about you."
"Don't be."
"It's just that you don't sleep enough and you don't eat enough. You're gonna collapse one of these days."
"Uh-huh."
"Mon, listen to me! I'm your friend. I just want to make sure you're healthy."
"Thanks, but I'm fine. Really."
Rachel gave her an unconvinced look.
"I really don't need a vacation."
"Well, you need to rest more! And eat! All you do is have a glass of orange juice for breakfast and then when you get home at night, you just drink coffee. That's so bad for…"
"Don't worry. I've gone to medical school. I'll know if I'm doing something dangerous to my health."
"Fine," Rachel relented.
Monica knew that Rachel didn't believe a word that she had said. However, she was glad that Rachel dropped the topic for the time being. She was sick of people telling her to rest more. She was sure that she was going to be fine.
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That morning, Chandler arose and went straight towards that hospital again. He wasn't sure what time Monica would be in for work, but he was determined to wait until she did. To his relief, he didn't have to wait long, for she worked long hours and started her shift early. When he saw her walk into the building, he immediately followed her through the halls. He wanted to find out why she was on his mind so much. He figured that if he followed her, maybe he would be able to find out why. She made her way down the corridor to the locker room, where she locked up her purse and jacket. He followed her to the operating room. Watched her put on sterilized scrubs and a mask. Chandler watched everything she did that day. And listened to everything she said. The woman fascinated him. She had a kind, yet strong heart. She was also intelligent and diligent. He couldn't bring himself to leave her.
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Later that evening, when Monica returned to the lockers to get her things, she felt a chill go up and down her spine. She decided that it was merely her mind playing tricks on her. After all, she was in a dark room, alone. She didn't allow herself to think of how uncanny the feeling had been. Almost like someone was watching her. However, when she searched around the dimly lit room, she saw no one. Quickly, Monica grabbed her things and hustled out of the locker room.
Monica made her way through the hall and outside into the coldness of winter. She was relieved that the bus had actually come on time that day, because it usually didn't. She sure didn't feel up to waiting outside in the snow and dark. Also, That eerie feeling, although not as strong, was still looming about her. Monica got onto the city bus and took a seat close to the front. The bus was close to empty, since it was already a few hours past rush hour. Monica put her purse onto the seat next to her and looked out the window. However, she did not know that the seat next to her was not exactly empty.
Once she arrived at her apartment building, Monica hastily made her way into her home. She was cold and covered with snow. In addition, she still had that strange feeling that she was not completely alone. She figured that she would feel better once she was with Rachel. However, to her dismay, when she entered the apartment, she found a note from Rachel informing her that she and Ross would be out on a date. That meant that Rachel was most likely not coming back to their place until late…or the next morning. Monica sighed and went into her room with a mug of coffee. She figured it would be another long night.
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Monica picked up a book and began to read it. Chandler looked at the cover and saw that it was the book To Kill a Mockingbird. He smiled when he saw that book. He loved to read that book, and he could tell by the worn-out cover and the look of peace that filled her eyes, that it was probably her favorite, too. His friends constantly made fun of him for reading books written by mortals, but Chandler found them much more interesting than those books written by angels. Nothing interesting happened in heaven because their was never and controversy or need for heroic action. To him, that was what made a book interesting. He sat next to her on her bed and began reading over her shoulder.
A few hours later, Monica put down the book wearily and began to change for bed. When she took off her clothing, Chandler averted his eyes. However, he couldn't help the desire he had to look at her. It wasn't out of curiosity, but of something much more than that. That made Chandler very confused because he never had the desire to be with a woman before. Once she was dressed, she laid down on her bed and continued to read. Not long after, she fell asleep.
Chandler watched her form as she slept. She never turned the light off, so he could see her face perfectly in the light of her nightstand lamp. He sat on a chair that was across from her bed and observed her. She looked like she was at peace while sleeping. Her eyelids fluttered from time to time, and Chandler could hear her steady breathing in the quietness of night. Finally, Chandler decided that he should leave her. He looked at her one last time, and wished that he could turn the light off for her. He knew that sleeping in darkness was much more comfortable. However, angels lacked the ability to touch anything on Earth. Again, he felt that desire to acquire a human trait, but knew that he couldn't. Dejectedly, he flew back up towards heaven.
Ok, as I predicted, it's the next day now. So, I took my history test…I think I got an 80:(. Hmm…it's actually good, considering the other grades I've gotten in that class. Yeah, so I actually have no homework tonight! It's a miracle!:) All right, I hope that this story picks up… Please leave me a review, thanks!